Dragon Protector: A WILD Security Book

by Ruby Forrest

Ashlyn’s breathing became heavier, and she felt her panties becoming warm. Who knew that picking shards of glass off of someone could be so exciting?

  “Are you holding that cloth to your head?” Brandon asked like a supervisor whose employee was not doing her duty.

  “Yes, Father,” Ashlyn replied sarcastically. “Anything you say.”

  “Well, anything I say, huh?” Ashlyn could hear the smile in his voice. “I say you should probably take off your shirt to make sure there is no more glass.”

  Ashlyn caught her breath. She had to make a decision. Either she didn’t follow what Brandon was saying, which would show him that she might not ever be interested in having him, or she could take off her shirt and risk starting something right there in the middle of the storm.

  Ashlyn slowly sat up and turned to Brandon. “What are you trying to do?” she asked, her words sounded clumsy as she tried to keep her eyes focused on Brandon’s face.

  Brandon smiled at her. “I’m just trying to be the best doctor I possibly can be.”

  “Well, I guess doctor’s orders are doctor’s orders.” Ashlyn briefly stalled as she tried to remember what bra she had put on that morning. She certainly hadn’t been expecting anyone to see it. But it was her black one, and that one was okay for company. Ashlyn took off her shirt and held it out to Brandon.

  “Go ahead. Shake it over the trash.”

  Brandon took the shirt from her slowly, not taking his eyes off her for a moment. He shook her shirt over the trash then threw it across the room where it landed on top of the dresser. Ashlyn’s heart raced as she let her eyes trail down Brandon’s body. Her eyes traced his hairs that curled out across his chest, down his smooth stomach, and to the top of his shorts. He had a tan belt holding up his khaki shorts, and Ashlyn mentally undid the belt, her eyes dropping just a few centimeters lower to the bulge that Ashlyn knew was his erection. And she could tell that he was erect.

  Ashlyn remembered what it felt like to touch him when they had been on the beach before. But if that hadn’t been the right time, surely right now wasn’t the right time either. What did she think she was doing? Ashlyn glanced at her shirt which was across the room. But she had plenty of other glass-free shirts. She should just change and get back to the bathroom. That would be the best decision for both of them.

  “Look, it’s still not stopping,” Brandon said. He reached across, and Ashlyn lay back on the bed’s pillows. Brandon dabbed at her head wound, and Ashlyn winced. She liked seeing the concern in his expression. That concern was for her.

  “Does it still hurt you?” Brandon asked.

  Ashlyn nodded, even though it as more of an exaggeration than a truth.

  “I’m sorry. I could see that you hit the counter hard, but I have never seen this much bleeding.”

  “It’s a head wound. I’m supposed to stay still. The problem is that I keep moving round.”

  “You’re supposed to stay still, but that doesn’t mean that I have to stay still,” Brandon smiled. He glanced down at her breasts, which were filling her bra. He continued looking at her for a few moments before he looked back up and into her eyes. “I’m sorry. I know that we talked before, and we. . .”

  “We what?” Ashlyn asked slowly. “What did we decide?”

  “Well, I was kind of under the impression that it would be better to wait and not just act on a whim but you know, decide if we were going to make a commitment to each other.”

  Ashlyn took a deep breath as she tried to steady the rate of her heart. She didn’t understand why Brandon was bringing this back up. Was he not tempted by her as they sat on her bed and she was shirtless? If he wasn’t tempted by that, then maybe he just didn’t find her very attractive. The idea almost brought tears to Ashlyn’s eyes.

  “Well,” she finally said, “I don’t know that’s exactly what we decided. But I think you were right when that happened. We had just met each other, like what, three days before? We’ve known each other almost two weeks now.”

  “And we’ve seen each other every day,” Brandon echoed her sentiment. He moved the shirt from her forehead and studied the wound for a few minutes. He finally placed the shirt back on and continued applying pressure.

  “The truth is that I want you,” Brandon finally said.

  “I think it would be a lie if I said I didn’t want you,” Ashlyn replied. “I mean, yeah, we have issues. You know that from this morning, but I can’t stop thinking about you.”

  Brandon smiled and looked Ashlyn in the eyes. “Well then, I didn’t know I had a little fan club.” Ashlyn tilted her head at Brandon and gave him a sarcastic look.

  “You know what I meant.” Only Brandon could take words that she had meant to be sweet and turn them into something strange.

  “I don’t want to have you if you’re going to regret it.”

  Ashlyn slowly licked her lips and took the old T-shirt from Brandon. “I won’t regret it. I mean it when I say that you’re a pretty unique guy. You’re the kind of guy that a girl is lucky to have.” Ashlyn swallowed. “So, I guess that means I want to have you too.”

  Chapter Five

  Ashlyn turned away from Brandon. She was momentarily distracted. The wind was silent. It seemed as though the whole world was listening, waiting for the storm to give its plan away.

  “It’s quiet,” Ashlyn said.

  Brandon nodded. “The eye of the hurricane.”

  A methodic thumping somewhere of something smacking against the side of the house sounded out. Ashlyn smiled. It was as though she had made her decision, and the storm had decided with her. All of those games were done. It was time for reality.

  Ashlyn rested her head back on the pillow and looked up at Brandon. He was looking thoughtfully at the curtains that covered the window. It gave Ashlyn the opportunity to really study his torso. Her eyes dropped down over every curve, and she imagined what it would feel like to run her fingers over those little muscles that formed mounds just above his belt.

  Ashlyn looked up at Brandon and saw that his eyes were now fixed on her. Her cheeks reddened automatically as she wondered what he thought of her admiring him. But Brandon didn’t seem to be moving; only his eyes were strolling across her body.

  “Ashlyn, I think you have changed my world forever,” Brandon whispered.

  His voice caused Ashlyn’s mouth to fall a little open. She licked her lips and smiled up at him. She wanted to say something clever, something that Brandon would never forget. She couldn’t think of anything. It didn’t matter. Brandon was already leaning down to kiss her.

  Brandon carefully placed one hand in her hair. He slowly kissed her, and Ashlyn leaned into his lips. Cautiously, Brandon split her lips and pushed his tongue through. His tongue came through and found Ashlyn’s. Urgency and innate need controlled Ashlyn. She sat up rapidly and ignored the pounding in her forehead.

  She reached forward and wrapped her arms around his neck. Brandon’s right hand wandered down her arm and to her hip. He squeezed her tightly. The desire in Ashlyn was taking over her body. She pushed her pelvis up into him then fumbled around to feel the front of his pants.

  Brandon pushed himself even harder into her, and he bit down on her lip at the same time. Ashlyn groaned, not able to contain her pleasure.

  Brandon pushed her back onto the bed, and Ashlyn lay still as Brandon slowly loosened her bra and pulled the straps off her arms one at a time. He stared at her for a minute before his eyes flicked back up to her. Ashlyn pushed her chest up toward him, inviting him to touch her. He slowly moistened the end of his finger, his tongue playing with the edge. Ashlyn watched his finger as he slowly moved it downward and began caressing her nipple. Ashlyn grit her teeth, scared of moaning so loudly that everyone else would be alerted.

  After a mere few seconds, Brandon couldn’t wait any longer, and he bent down and took her nipple in his mouth. It had been so long since Ashlyn had done this with someone. It was as though her body had forgo
tten what the word pleasure meant.

  “Brandon,” Ashlyn moaned, as low as she could. Brandon was breathing hard, even though he had barely been moving. He addressed her neck, slowly moving his tongue up and down the nape, reaching the edge of her ear. He bit down gently then blew in her ear.

  Ashlyn felt gooseflesh rise up all over her body. She turned her head, silently hoping Brandon would do it again. This time, he put his tongue in her ear, and Ashlyn felt her whole body go rigid.

  He bit her shoulder once more, then his fingers were fumbling at the button on her pants. He slid them down around her hips and pulled them off. He spread her legs apart, and Ashlyn watched as he admired her. He slowly moved a finger up and touched the middle of her underwear. Ashlyn knew that she had wet it right through, and Brandon smiled at her.

  “I think I know what you’re ready for,” Brandon smiled.

  Ashlyn suddenly felt a sense of desperation. She didn’t want him to be done yet. She wasn’t ready for it to be over. Ashlyn pressed her body up against his, suddenly becoming dominant and directing him. Brandon smiled as she indicated that he lay on the bed. She quickly slid his pants off and just stared at how his tight boxers cupped his penis.

  She gritted her teeth as she slowly slid his boxers off. She needed him more than she had ever needed anything. Ashlyn slid his boxers off and saw his smooth skin built up to the rounded point. Ashlyn bent down and ran her tongue along the point. When Brandon groaned, he sent Ashlyn over the edge. No matter how much she wanted, she couldn’t stop. She couldn’t think. She began moving her mouth rapidly back and forth along his erection. Brandon had entwined his hand in her hair. His eyes were closed, and he was moaning off and on.

  “Stop, Ashlyn, stop!” Brandon pushed Ashlyn off, almost roughly, and Ashlyn frowned at Brandon. What was his problem? Didn’t he like it? Brandon sat up and started kissing Ashlyn furiously, but she didn’t understand. She pulled back slightly.

  “What’s wrong?” Ashlyn asked.

  “I don’t want to finish yet,” Brandon said. “If you kept doing that, I would have finished, and I haven’t gotten to the best part yet.”

  Ashlyn reluctantly backed off and let Brandon take off her underwear. He reached forward and began touching her with his finger. He touched her sensitive area, and she groaned, clenching up and moving away from him. The pleasure was too strong. She felt like she was going to pass out.

  Brandon forced Ashlyn to keep her legs open. “Do it, Brandon. Do it, now!” Ashlyn commanded, feeling that strange feeling right before she finished. Brandon teased the entrance, the smooth skin massaging her. He finally pushed in. With a groan, Brandon moved in and out two times before he sighed and finished inside her.

  Ashlyn was breathing heavily as she felt herself finish too.

  Chapter Six

  Ashlyn lay on the bed, and Brandon made room for himself next to her. Ashlyn felt warm all over. Brandon tossed her a shirt that she used to wipe herself before she lay down. She was exhausted. All she wanted to do was sleep.

  The storm had picked up. They had passed through the eye sometime while they were busy, and the wind was pounding at the house again. Ashlyn had so much that she felt that she didn’t know how to say. She rested her head on Brandon’s warm chest and began twirling her fingers through his chest hair.

  “Are you bleeding?” asked Brandon.

  Ashlyn sat up hurriedly and pressed her hand to her head, but there was only a trickle of blood. She lay back down and snuggled into Brandon. “If I am, it’s worth it.”

  Brandon laughed gently, but the sound of his laughter was quickly drowned out by the raucous wind.

  “Are we safe in here?” Ashlyn asked, a little traumatized from her earlier fall in the kitchen.

  “As long as we are not trying to move around too much, I think we shall be just fine,” Brandon assured Ashlyn.

  Ashlyn lay quietly, not knowing what else to say. Her mind was going over what had just happened, and she couldn’t help but smile. It was everything she had dreamed it would be. The storm continued to pick up speed, but Ashlyn lay contentedly at Brandon’s side. After everything that had happened, she felt as though he was her protector. She trusted him to take care of her and do what was best.

  Ashlyn wasn’t sure if she really did or not, but she felt a jerk that seemed to make her wake up. Ashlyn looked up, rubbing her eyes and saw the door slowly moving open. The wind was silent, and the house was not rocking anymore. The storm was over.

  Then Ashlyn remembered where she was and who she was with. She remembered that neither one of them was clothed just as Katy came in the room carrying her big blanket which she had taken into the bathroom with her. She dropped the blanket as she looked at first Ashlyn then Brandon. Ashlyn felt like she should cover Brandon up, like Katy had no right to see him. But Katy apparently felt the same way.

  “Oh my god,” she said. She blinked her eyes several times then turned and hurried out of the room. Ashlyn’s immediate concern was that Katy’s big mouth would begin telling everyone what she had seen, just to make her seem like she was in the middle of the action.

  Brandon was rubbing his eyes. He had just woken up to see Katy’s retreating back. Ashlyn started pulling on her clothes, searching messily through her suitcase as she tried to find something that wasn’t covered in glass or blood. Ashlyn pulled a shirt over her head and pulled her hair through the collar. She turned around and saw Brandon smiling lazily at her, his naked body still laid out on display.

  “Why are you in such a rush?” he asked.

  Ashlyn paused and studied him for a moment. Then she reached for a brush and began brushing through her hair. “Well, I know you were kind of sleeping through it, but Katy just walked through the door and saw us. . .together.”

  Brandon looked toward the door and grimaced. “Yeah, I kind of wish she hadn’t, but she’s already come in now. If she comes back, then we really know what the problem is.”

  Ashlyn tried to push down her smile so that she could show Brandon how inappropriate his comment was.

  “Come here,” Brandon said, holding his arms out toward Ashlyn. Ashlyn swallowed hard, because her little nap had been enough to give her more energy. She wouldn’t mind going for round two with Brandon and feeling all of those sensations he had given her earlier.

  “I can’t,” Ashlyn said. “Get up. Get dressed. Katy or Pamela might need something, and it’s not fair to say they can’t come in their own room.”

  Brandon sighed and let his arms fall onto the bed. “Okay, I’m up.” Brandon began shuffling around the room. He still didn’t trust his shirt, so he dressed in his underwear and shorts only. “Do you have a plastic bag or something? I just want to wrap the shirt up until I can wash it.”

  “I’m sure there are plastic bags in the kitchen,” Ashlyn replied. She carefully handed the shirt to Brandon. “I’ll be out soon.” Brandon slipped on his flipflops and shuffled out of the room. Ashlyn took a minute to compose herself. Part of her wanted to rush after Katy and tell her to keep her big old mouth shut. The other part of Ashlyn just wanted to shrug it off. It didn’t matter if people knew. They could think whatever they wanted to think of her as long as it didn’t affect what kind of review Gary gave of her.

  Ashlyn stepped out of her room, thinking she was ready to face whatever might hit her.

  Chapter Seven

  Ashlyn paused as soon as she stepped out of her room. She could see a few of the guys working together to clean up the glass from the broken door. Ashlyn noticed Katy sitting on one of the bar stools in the kitchen, talking up a storm with the girls cooking. Curious, Ashlyn hurried over to see what was happening.

  She squeezed into the chair next to Katy.

  “Hey, Katy,” Ashlyn said.

  Katy nodded at Ashlyn, and Ashlyn tried to see what the girls had been talking about. The other girls moved away, and Ashlyn looked around. They were as alone as they might get in the next few hours. She took
her opportunity.

  “What you saw, I’d appreciate it if you just kept it a secret, between us. I don’t think it would be a good idea for everyone to know.”

  “By everyone, I know you mean Mark. It’s okay. I would never tell him.”

  Ashlyn smiled, but Katy’s answer didn’t quite make her feel better. “I don’t only mean Mark. I mean just anyone you might happen to want to tell. Sometimes things happen that should just be kept between a few people.”

  Katy rolled her eyes. “I’m not a kid, Ashlyn. I don’t need you telling me not to tell that kind of thing.”

  Ashlyn set her mouth in a grim line and looked over to where Brandon had begun helping the others clean up the mess. He looked completely involved in what he was doing. “I didn’t mean it that way,” Ashlyn tried to explain. “I just, you know, we’ve gotten to know each other pretty well over the last few weeks, but there are still a few things we don’t know about each other.”

  “You mean like if we’re big mouths or not. What do you think I’m going to do? Stand up on the counter and shout ‘hey! Everybody! Ashlyn and Brandon. . .’”

  Ashlyn put a hand on Katy’s shoulder before she could finish imitating what she was going to say. “Yeah, nothing like that,” she pretended to joke around. But really her stomach felt sick. It wasn’t like she had done anything wrong. She was an adult. She could decide who she wanted to sleep with or not, but Katy had a way of putting things that didn’t always make them seem like a smart decision.

  Ashlyn hopped off the bar stool and got herself a cup of water. Maybe the water would help settle her stomach. She took a few sips and felt a hand on her smile. She turned, a smile already making its way out as she expected to see Brandon over her shoulder. Except, it wasn’t Brandon. Mark was standing there, and he didn’t look too happy.

  Ashlyn didn’t know what his problem was, but she didn’t want to find out either. She pointed to the cabinet that had the cups. “Did you want some water? I don’t mind getting the cup for you.”